Free Awoken by the Sheikh by Doris O'Connor Page B

gave
herself up to sleep.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Sunlight streamed into the bedroom and carried with it
the sounds of the sea and the delicious smell of coffee. Astrid stretched like
a cat and moaned her pleasure at the decadence of satin sheets on her bare
skin. This was the life. Judging by the sun streaming in through the open
windows and the warm breeze that ruffled the gauze curtains around her bed, she
had slept late. When was the last time she had actually done that? Maybe this
holiday would be good for her after all. She just had to make sure to keep away
from any overconfident males, easy peasy lemon squeezy . Oh and not dream of course.
    Sheesh, what a dream that
had been…
    Heat rose
in her cheeks, and her toes curled in sensual awareness as she remembered the
most erotic dream she’d ever had. A man’s voice had whispered sweet nothings
into her ear in a language she didn't understand. Wetness pooled between her
thighs as she recalled the man’s large hands, their skin so much darker than
her own. Her dream lover had stroked and kneaded her breasts until they ached
with longing. His oh so clever fingers had plundered her pussy, pushed her over
that sweet cliff, and pulled one heart stopping orgasm after the other from
her. His hot lips had kissed a trail down the sensitive skin of her tummy,
lower and lower still, until they’d latched onto her clit and brought her to
euphoria once more. The man's strong arms had held her firmly and lifted her
up, as though she weighed no more than a feather. Wetness seeped past her labial
lips, as she recalled the incredible fullness of his cock pushing into her core
until she’d been so filled with him she thought she could take no more, and the
whole world tilted on its axis. The sensation of coarse chest hair on her
sensitive nipples that had made her cry out for more, more, until release came
in the form of a hot male mouth, and his teeth nipped and his tongue stroked,
and arousal had surged through her veins.
    Astrid
stretched again and rubbed her thighs together in a vain effort to release the
hot ache in her sex. Her dream had been so vivid. Shame she had to wake up.
Real life was definitely not like this. She smiled ruefully as she sat up in
her ridiculously large bed. What did they put in the drinks around here?
Whatever it was she had to take some home with her.
    The sound
of running water, interspersed with soft female laughter and the giggle of
small children brought her out of her sensual day dream. Children? Surely not! Not on this supposed island of sexual abandon. And what had happened
to her hut? The cozy beach hut seemed to have transformed into, well she wasn’t
exactly sure what. Some sort of Arabian fantasy, it seemed. The bed was as huge
as she remembered, but the voile curtains hadn’t been there last night, she was
sure. Assortments of vibrant scarves were artfully arranged around the room.
They drifted from ceiling to floor in enticing waves and ripples—the breeze
fluttering through them heavy with fragrances Astrid could not decipher. Huge
mirrors lined one side of the room, whose walls were papered in rich brocade
tones under-laid with gold. Cushions of all shapes and sizes were everywhere,
and the thick pile rug on the marble floor just invited her to curl her toes
into it.
    Okay, I’m
clearly still dreaming. This cannot be real. It just can’t. Could it? Next my
dream lover will walk through that open door.
    Oh shoot! Her heart beat a little faster as she recalled Anna’s
question about her favorite childhood book— Aladdin . And this room was
just like the ones she had pictured so many times as a child. Innocent
imaginings at first, and later on with rampaging teenage hormones and a huge
crush on Arabian Nights and the whole
forbidden world of harems…
    No, no,
good God, no.
    Astrid
watched in helpless fascination as several Arabian beauties glided through the
large double doors at the other side of the room. Their loose clothing